December 2011
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Obligatory end-of-year post
As I write this, the prattle of gunfire constantly belts out its staccato rhythm… okay they might just be firecrackers… okay, they are firecrackers.
It’s another end of the year for me, my 19th one so far. Man, I’ve already been living almost two decades, and I think that’s quite an achievement. So far I’m not yet dead, or insane, or both.
2011 was a hard year...
and now i will play gta san andreas because of two...
i can be a psychopath without any repercussions
and because im gangsta, bitch
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spacetimecondominium replied to your post: spacetimecondominium replied to your post: Find…
classes are not inherently how we live. its just a fact. 99.5% of the time we’ve lived and thrived on this planet as modern human beings, we have not had rigid class systems AT ALL. all that stuff is VERY new. theres hope cuz things gettin worse
Grab your history book and turn to page ANCIENT EGYPT
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BLAHBLAHBLAH
NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY NO ONE WILL LISTEN EVEN IF IT’S THE INTERNET MOTHERFUCKER NO ONE SEES IT.
well some do but not enough :(
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spacetimecondominium replied to your post: Find five things still worth fighting for.
the root of the problem is that most people are like you and think there are “poor proletarians” and so called elites. in reality we are all human beings. we are a species of animal that happens to live in a way that is so far from how we’re built to
k first off let me tell you i am not sober rn so im sorry if...
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If I was paid a dollar for every stupid post I...
I would buy shit like food for that hobo down the street and clothes for every naked kid I see.
And buy those people who got their houses burned down some nice things for noche buena.
And give money to a random beggar. Like $500 worth. I don’t care where it ends up, I just feel like I want to give him something.
I’d buy a wrecked old car and make it run.
And I would buy a sweater...
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Find five things still worth fighting for.
Man I can’t think of shit, whenever I look outside, turn on the TV or log into the net, all I see is stupidity and I really can’t find any reason to have faith in humanity.
Did anyone ever wonder why there are so many methheads, crackheads, alcoholics and the like in our time? Cause of the way we fucked everything up. Look at history, and it’s always been about power-grabbing...
Pooping
I
got your voice on repeat
and my life on shuffle
chemical-stripper replied to your post: I have
Jesus Christ man this depresses me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAVZ342vWlA
Fuck you
Fuck you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
Yeah, most especially, you.
You are the problem
We are all the problem
Young, old, new and fading
We are the masters of our own demise
We ourselves fashioned a device
Where we slowly kill ourselves
War
Oil
Money
Greed
Power
Sex
Drugs
Pleasure
Well, shit, everything
Nothing is safe
Nowhere is safe
You are not safe
You will never be
...
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all of you, you make me sad
you are all way too attached to your worldly things
those won’t mean shit when you die.
stop holding on to things that won’t last
and start forging bonds that will keep on keeping on
even when you die.
everyone hides behind computer screens
secure in the knowledge that
hey, fuckers, this is the internet
i can’t die.
we forgot how to face other people
everyone puts on...
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i took my time
i hurried up
supercheerio replied to your post: Eh sobrang laki ng UST. Dafuq. Di na nga ako umalis sa spot ko :)))) Pero nakita kita nung Yes :))))
HAHAHA :))) Nasa harap ka kaya nung nakita kitaaaa. Naglalaro ka sa harap :))))
Yeah i was pretty drunk by then :(
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life less macro
we look at things too closely
we never see the bigger picture
our view is limited
what we see is what we get
but if we zoom out a little
yeah a little more
that’s right just like that
life on a landscape
that’s a hell of a lot better to look at
than drops of dew on a fuckin blade of grass
supercheerio asked: Eh sobrang laki ng UST. Dafuq. Di na nga ako umalis sa spot ko :)))) Pero nakita kita nung Yes :))))
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look up
you see nothing but black skies and falling pink stars
you are nothing to the world and the world is nothing to you
the universe is huge, you’re an insignificant speck of dust
actually, just an atom riding on a speck of space dust
that’s how insignificant you are
everything around you is bigger than you
nothing you have will propel you to escape velocity
nothing you have will...
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there is so much to neutral milk hotel than the...
god damn it
hipster cred++ ▲
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I have
- bipolar disorder
- chronic depression
- epilepsy
- a shitload of medical bills
What I don’t have
- money
- support from friends and family
- self-confidence and/or worth
- patience for this shit
- faith… in anything
Why I’m better off than most people
- I eat
- I sleep under a roof
- I wear clean clothes
- I get to take a bath
- I have money (more or less)
...
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Before I start writing the things that earn me...
Me and my girlfriend haven’t been talking to each other much, lately. I haven’t been spending any money on cell credits lately because I’ve been using that money on jeepney fare, bus fares, payphones and taxis. I’ve been running around the Metro, chasing interviews, interviewees and deadlines. Plus I have this church thing where I have to take pictures of every single thing...
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Bananasarethebest: EXTREME Christmas Give-away! →
pinakbeth:
Annyong-haseyo! Hello my beloved followers! Since it’s christmas time, and josh and I are being generous, we decided to give out a Christmas give-away!
So.. What are we giving out?
1. We are treating one (1) person to YAKIMIX! It’s an eat-all-you-can korean-japanese-smokeless grill…
MINE MOMMEH MINE MOMMEH MINEEEEEE
My kid brother managed to break his arm from...
I’m drawing a huge cock on it.
Why I blog in Inglis
Cause my thought train runs on the fucking English rail
And my ego tells me that it’s good
Cause you guys should totally not read my shit
Cause it’s cute how ungrammatical I get.
One of the best things about writing is the high you get from an idea suddenly popping out. Like now. It’s 1 in the morning GMT+8 and I thought about writing and why an idea becomes an idea in the first place.
The greenhorns never really know what to do with this idea. They get confused, disoriented, and then the idea floats away like a thousand dandelions on a strong wind. The veterans...
